Riders
The surest thing there is is we are riders, And though none too successful at it, guiders, Through everything presented, land and tide And now the very air, of what we ride. What is this talked of mystery of birth But being mounted bareback on the earth? We can just see the infant up astride, His small fist buried in the bushy hide. There is our wildest mount, a headless horse. But though it runs unbridled off its course, And all our blandishments would seem defied, We have ideas yet that we haven't tried.
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"The surest thing there is is we are riders,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Robert Lee Frost delivers a powerful performance in "Riders"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...